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THE CHRISTIAN NATION. Vol. 61.
A R O U N D T H E O L D A R M C H A I R
"I love it, I love it,
And who shall dare
To chide me for loving
The Old Arm Chair."
THE FISHING TOWN O' SUNDAY.
A arowsy silence broods o'er the cobbled
street.
Whose head is lost in leafy lanes, and
at whose feet
The brown-sailed smacks lie rocking power of speach.
ing. The weeks went by and the
silence continued, ic began to
look as if the change in Polly's sur­
FIRST—It is the latest important work; it literally speaks the last worrf
roundings had deprived her of the and every page throws new light on Lincoln's life and times.
SECOND—It is the fullest because it covers the entire field and presents
in a fleet.
Oh, dear!" fretted Mildred.
a large amount of material not found elsewhere—material absolutely
"I thought it would be such fun to
Quaint, sturdy little houses, old, so , .,-^11 j i. necessary to a proper understanding and appreciation of the real
/,, have a parrot m the house, and she Lincoln.
very old!
^
Could they but speak, what tales doesn t talk any more than the THIRD—It is the most accurate because every conflicting statement and
would they unfold ^laltese kitten. There's always doubtful incident has 'been verified through six years of research and "^
Of ravening storms, and death, and something wrong with our things."
examination.
[Mildred's mother sighed. It was
FOURTH—It is the most interesting because it presents and for the first
rescues bold.
. , , , , ' her opinion that the chief thing
Today a blue sea smiles at a bluer ^ ,. . .
gjjy wrong ^vas ^lildrcd's disposition,
From every lichened chimney thin which made so much of little vexblue
smoke curls high,
ations. She had done her best to
Sign of the weekly festival that ^^^^ j^er, but sometimes she was 1 AM GIVING THESE VOLUMES AWAY
P^^^®^ ^^- afraid that Mildred would grow
Across the sun-warmed stones an old into a discontented woman, makdog
lies,
ing gray skies for herself and for
No hastening feet his pleasant dreams others.
surprise,
Then, one morning, Polly spoke.
Xo fisherwife with her glittering load
and lusty cries.
I\lildred came into the diningroom
a little late. Polly, on her
Slowly the sun sets, throwing long perch, cocked her head, and then
shadows down
said in a whining, fretful voice,
Over the red-tiled gables of the tiny "Q;]-, dear dear dear!"
town,
The family roared, and Alildred
Dressing each latticed window in a
stood aghast. She had not paid
golden gown.
so very much attention when her
Pale dawn will see the fight begin mother had pointed out the rapid
anew.
progress of her besetting fault.
Wrestling from treacherous depths
But now it seemed that even Pjlly
the fisher's due—
had noticed it. Even a gray parrot
associated with her the thought
The glistening, writhing catch of rain
bow hue.
of peevishness and fretfulness.
But this one day all weary bones take She dropped into her chair, too
rest,
stunned to make any comment, and
In vain the mackerel shoal may Polly eyed her as s'he ate her muffins.
sparkle, self-confest—
These simple folk still think that God
knows best.
—Ethel H. Wolff, in N. Y. Times.
Polly has never lived up to her
reputation for being talkative.
Her lapses into conversation are
WHEN POLLY SPOKE.
very infrequent. But Miildred's
This is a parrot story, told in a
father, noting the struggle his
paper, recently, and good enough daughter is making against one
to repeat. serious fault, thinks that one
Polly was a newcomer in the speech of Polly's was worth the
family. She was a little gray par- P"ce he paid for her.—Exchange.
T A R B E L L ' S L I F E
OF LINCOLN.
In 2 Vols,, by Ida M. Tarbell.
Some reasons why Miss Tarbell's work is the very best Life of Lincoln-
time, hundreds of incidents and illustrations that place the reader on
the most intimate footing with Lincoln the man.
ret, anything but showy as to
plumage, though her former owners
laid great stress on her accom-
***A $40 subscription to the Christian
Nation entitles you to a copy of
1-1 i n 4. r .„ it,., j-„,i- the paper during your life-time with
plishments. But from the start . ,, , .,•,,•;, xu u • ^•
she made it clear that she had no
' . . . 1 1 J to ^^^ whomsoever right to "will" you choose, the subscription and so vulgar desire to "show off." When throughout your generations in perone
after another of the household petuity.. And until further notice evurged
to express a desire for a ery such original subscriber will re-
Read the announcement on the last cover page of this paper, and get
... ,• „i JJ ceive as a gift the 2-volume "Life of your order into my hands promptly.
cracker, and msinuatmgly address- „,_ ,_ ," , „ ,. ,. t 1, >t
' T-,11 •> I, Abraham Lincoln," by Ida Tarbell, JOHN W. PRITCHARD, President,
ed her as "Pretty Poll, she put (^gg^^ia^ p^ice $5), boxed and deiiv-
1 er head on one side and looked ered to any address, all charges pre- 1105 Tribune Building, New York.
F5 if she found the situation amus- paid.